Soul Singer In A Session Band Lyrics - Bright Eyes

See the soul singer in the session band 

Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand 

Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan 

For the soul singer in the session band 

A red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call 

To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt 

Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall 

You mean nothing to no one but that is nobody's fault 

See the soul singer in the session band 

Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand 

Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan 

For the soul singer in the session band 

I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth 

With a post-modern author who didn't exist 

In this fictitious world all reality twists 

I was a hopeless romantic, now I'm just turning tricks 

Just like that soul singer in the session band 

Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand 

Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand 

For the soul singer in the session band 

His room is on fire since he painted it red 

There are a stranger's silk sequins at the foot of the bed 

He has been weddings and funerals but still never wept 

Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead 

Just like the soul singer in the session band 

Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand 

We'll need every sand bag and every man 

To save the soul singer in the session band 

Headlights or taillights, it's a flip of a coin 

I have been coming and going since the day I was born 

And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home 

I grew old in an instant, now I am all on my own 

Just like that soul singer in the session band 

Shredded to nothing beneath a microphone stand 

Saw the wave of the future through the crack in the dam 

Drown the soul singer in the session band 

Bless the soul singer in the session band